The Real You (BWWM)

5: Victim

April 18, 2016 

"This website is supposed to show you the text between people from their phones. Police use it I guess."

"Is it legal to use this?" I ask Kyra, skeptical at her knowledge of this website." She shrugged. 

I guess we'll see." She opened the window and typed in the URL the name of the website, ISPY.com. She enters my dads phone number and Darla's phone number (which we got from constant digging on Google). She clicks the enter button and their conversations come up. I stand over her while she sits on the chair typing on the laptop.

Darla: I can't do this anymore David....

David: You will if you want to keep your career. Remember our deal? If I loose this, you loose your job.

Darla: You're a sick man.

David: Its just what I do.

I let a small victorious laugh out. She looks up at me.

"One down."

I can't believe I have to do this. I stand there on the podium regretting ever saying yes to this stupid thing. My dad continues to banter on about economics and shit while me mom, Jacob and I stand by his side like the good little family we are. The only plus side of being up here is the fact that Kyra is in view sight in the crowd under us. She's  wearing a bright red dress that goes to her knees with black heels and red lipstick with a black coat. She looks over to me and smiles, making this gloomy cold day shine a little brighter. I turn my head to the right to see Darla taking notes in the end corner of the first row. I motion my eyes towards Darla to Kyra. She peeks over everyone to see what I was talking about. She nods to me and we wait patiently for this speech to be over. 

"You were great up there Mr. Grayson." 

"Thank you so much Kyra. It was nice of you to come with us." 

"Of course." A business man comes to take my dad to a group of wealthy people. Kyra looks around at the people; examining them. "Must be quiet a joy being this wealthy and successful." I laugh.   

"Trust me, all it does is turn your mother into an alcoholic, your father into a cheating bastard, and your brother into a sadistic psycho maniac." She snickers.

"Point taken." She looked at my tuxedo and smiled. 

"You look rather dashing today." I snag my snag with sarcastic confidence.

"Charming don't you think?" We both laugh at my terrible joke. "You look beautiful by the way." I can see start to blush. 

"I try." I see Darla walk past behind Kyra and start to head to her direction. 

"Darla." Kyra nods and follows me. Darla heads outside to the parking lot of the venue. "Darla wait." She turns to me and Kyra while trying to get her keys out. She rolls her eyes and grunts.

"Why are you talking to me again. I told you, I don't have the information you need." 

"We just wanna know why Mr. Grayson is black mailing you." Kyra speaks out to her. She looks at us shocked for a moment, then starts to laugh. 

"You two are better than Nancy Drew." She looks out at the night sky and lit up buildings. "Alright, he has something on me. He said he would make my job fire me. I can't let that happen, its my dream to work there. So as long as I keep writing good things about him, I keep my job." 

"Do you know he's using other woman too?" I ask her. She just nods in response. "We have to make people not vote for him."

"Are you really going to sabotage your own fathers campaign?" Darla asks, looking skeptical at me. 

"My dad isn't a good man. He doesn't deserve to win." Then, It hits me. "I've got a good idea to do it."

October 16th, 2014

All I kept hearing was my dad and the nanny having a "business discussion" in his room. The sad thing is that he did.'t even know I was home. I decided to miss soccer practice today  to try to grieve Hannah. I guess me and my dad just grieve in different ways. I hid in my closet so he wouldn't find me hear trying not to listen in on him. Finally, they were done. My dad sees her out and I sneak to the back door pretending to just come home. "Hey dad." He widely grinned at me.

"Hey kiddo, have fun?"

Not as much fun as you had.

"Yeah, it was good." 

"Good. I'm gonna run to the store real quick. Gonna pick up some flowers for your mom." I mentally roll me eyes. After he's done having sex with his mistress, he decided that it would be a good idea in my moms pants tonight too." He leaves and I ran upstairs, trying to find a camera. I found a small old one, turn it on and place it in my parents room where they couldn't see. Blackmail is truly a blessing. 

April 19th, 2016

I told Darla to meet me at the park in the afternoon. I see her sitting on a park benching watching the mother duck and her ducklings swim for food. She sits with her legs crossed, her nerves making her leg shake profusely. I walk up to her and must've spooked her because she jumped when I came near her. "Here," I hand her the camera. "This is all you need." She hesitates before slowly taking it.

"Are you positive you want to give this to me?" I shake my head. If I say any words I might change my mind about this whole thing. I just need to remind myself of the terrible person my father has been and will always be. She looks down to her hands at the camera. She shakily smiles at it. "Thank you." 

"This is the best thing to do... For all of us."

That night, we all sat in the living room to watch my dads speech on TV. The news suddenly interrupts the program with "breaking news". "This just in," says the female news anchor, "an scandalous video of campaign runner David Grayson has just been posted online by an anonymous  user. Story has already been discussed on the Seattle Times early today. We have yet to receive information on Mr. Grayson himself. Channel 2 news, keeping you updated." My mom looks at him with disgust and shock. 

"Marilyn I-"

"Don't! Don't you dare come near me!" She runs out into the backyard and my dad and brother follow. Kyra looks at me with a bright smile. 

"Didn't think you had it in ya." I chuckle a little.

"They needed a taste of their medcinie."